November 14, 2012
When I first heard of the Animal Rescue and Adoption Society it was 2009 and I was a senior in high school looking for a way to use up about 20 hours of volunteer work for an economics class. I walked in nervously and was greeted warmly by one of the women at the front. The first thing I ever noticed about this place was that the animals were not locked up in cages along the wall for people to stare at. The greeter at the time, Sam, was a beautiful tabby that I fell in love with immediately and I was shocked that they just let him walk around like he owned the place. As I ventured from room to room I began to fall in love with almost every cat that there was inside. I remember every cat I had fell in love with that day. Dusty Grey - a large grey cat that loved to lounge and stretch "like a boss" as my friend who would come with me said (we secretly dubbed him Mondo Joe since he was so fat). He would take up your whole lap even if you were sitting cross-legged. Noodle - He was a slim, black cat with beautiful yellow eyes. I would call him the Prince since he would share equal time between anyone he saw even if that meant leaving in the middle of a loving pet to go say high to someone who was lonely. I had only been around him for a few weeks before he was adopted to a good home. Bell - it was not his actual name, but I never found his name out. He was a wonderful fluffy black cat who weighed more than Dusty Grey by at least 5 lbs. He was not for adoption so I could never have him like I wanted. I knew because he wore a lovely red collar with a little bell on it. It always let me know he was coming. The last time I looked for Bell I could not find him and when I asked the woman at the front about him she did not know who I was talking about, but I believe she was trying to make me feel better, knowing that he had died a few months before I could have come back to see him. Licorice - An FIV kitty that was black and white. He stood out so much to me from his missing ear. I decided the first month of going to the shelter that he would be the cat I would get when I moved out, but 2 months before I found out I was going to be leaving to another home, he passed away. I did not even get to see him before i happened and it devastated me especially knowing he had died without a home, just like Bell. Porkchop - Another FIV kitty who stole my heart. He was fat and lovable and no matter how you held him or pet him he would lay in your arms just wanting to be loved. He also died in 2011. I remember crying that day thinking about how all the cats I had loved had passed on before ever finding their forever home, even if forever was only a few months. Winkey - a loverboy to a T. Out of all the cats I have seen and loved Winkey has always been a constant. He was there when I first came to the RMFA and he is still there today, waiting for his own home. This summer when I finally moved into a new house I knew I wanted Winkey. I had loved him for 3 years and I wanted to give him a home, but because we weren't sure how he would do with a dog and how he would cope with the change I was terrified of taking him out of his comfort zone. To this day I regret never getting Winkey. I regret that I have not seen him or any of the other cats for 4 months because of school and work. I love this place and I hope that it will be there for many years so that when I can open my home to a loving cat, I can get one of the wonderful creatures that prowl the grounds of this shelter. I hope and pray that all the cats I have known through the years find a good family, even if it isn't right away.
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MY ROLE:General Member of the Public